Today, someone is missing a friend,
or mourning the loss
of someone who won’t
be back this way again.

Someone is listening to
the whispering winds,
longing to hear a ghost
that is whistling at them.

Somewhere tears stream,
and a mother screams,
dealing with the unseen
searing agony of losing
someone they loved dearly.

Today, on February seventh
of twenty twenty
I am telling you few
who happen to view
this poem
on purpose
or in passing
that nothing is everlasting,
and if this is the last thing
I ever get to say to you;

Today, there is at least one dude
sending out his love
to the whole night sky
and hoping it rains
or snows a whole load
of joy and light
into your onetime life.